Gu Yue Clutched Her Chest and Sighed: "Damn It, When Did This Little She-Dragon Get So Good at Flirting?"

Lin An lay down and reached over to turn off the light.

In the darkness, a little milk dragon wriggled and burrowed her way into his arms.

She curled into a tiny ball, burying her face in his collarbone, her little tail wrapped around his arm.

She hummed and grumbled softly.

Her brows were slightly furrowed.

It was as if she was still sulking in her dream.

Lin An lowered his head to glance at her, then gently patted her little head.

"Alright, alright. No more fussing."

Gu Yue mumbled something indistinctly.

Her brows slowly relaxed.

Curled up in his arms, she fell asleep quietly.

The next morning.

The sky had only just begun to brighten when Lin An opened his eyes.

This era was intensely competitive.

Most soul masters used meditation in place of sleep. There were countless cultivation maniacs who trained around the clock without rest.

Sleeping only four or five hours a day was already considered a relaxed schedule.

Lin An yawned and pushed himself up in bed.

Then he discovered that Gu Yue was still asleep.

And she had shrunk.

Not into that half-meter-tall little bundle.

She was even smaller.

Her entire dragon body had shrunk to the size of a palm, lying spread-eagled on the pillow like an exquisite silver dragon figurine.

Her little mouth was slightly open, and a thin trail of drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

It had soaked a small patch of the pillow.

Lin An stared at her for three seconds.

Then, expressionlessly, he reached out, pinched the little dragon tail sticking out, and gently lifted her.

The little silver dragon swayed beneath his hand.

Like a plush charm being held up.

Her four tiny legs kicked twice in the air, and the tip of her tail